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[ The Beginning ]

, 30 2008 . 08:53 +
The sky is falling...whatever shall we do? We are but sorcerers of the ocean blue...the lands and mountains up above, but never with the sky we seek. The day the Terror King arrived...we never knew what to expect. What are we, masterminds of life? We are but talents as we speak.

Up on the autumn hill she stands- a statue, if you please to look...Created at the hands and eyes..of Seth, the one who last awoke. The son of Death, who came as well- he saw her too, and said it was a lie; that never will a statue move, or breath...be brought to life or die.

But here on end, the broken lies await. So does the Terror King- the saint. Is he who mourns the death of all- the one to finish off our fall? Upon no notice, he believed, that talent lies in lifeless looks. He caught the star and cried and kneeled- when all was broken into truth...when all the memories came back- of love and empathy, and ruth. But those were stolen in a flash...as once the star had promised Seth...to bring them to the lifeless girl- the statue, where the saint had kneeled.
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[ philosophy ]

, 16 2008 . 00:14 +
When you see the moon in falling,
There will be a terror found;
There, the Terror King is coming,
Bringing all the horrors bound!~


I feel awkward recently. Not just because...of the awareness of the world I see around. Because of failure within people? The horrors of terror brought? Prophecies?...or perhaps, the fact that I haven't even finished watching Esoteric Agenda for a second time...now that is the true, most frightening movie in life, ever created. Whether it is true or false, that does not matter, really. Ah. Something heavy dropped behind me. I have a headache. But how terrified was I to know, for a second time, that very clearly, soon enough, the world will be restricted to humanity. How, might you ask, is that possible? Well, friends, it's obvious that terrorism is not terrorism in truth. Neither is fact over the media. But that does not matter. Imagine yourself, upon the date of December 31st, 2009...having become that much of a person that has just as enough rights...as a rock in nature. Yes, screw that, thank you very much. Hah-HAH. Being an intelligent person, I cannot help but to say...no thanks. I'd rather go off on my own, like 13% of the world's society that actually thinks on its own, instead of taking ideas from others, like 87% of the world. But unlike such, I will not protest in the name of justice. Or rather...I would say...fuck you, Dear Federal Reserve in alliance with The Illuminati and Freemasons. You people, in spite of all the money you "need", are really full of shit. Because money is all you care about. The things you destroy to create it...you are disgusting. Kill me if I know too much. Go ahead, let that be a task for you, but guess what, the world already knows what you're doing. So just do it, but you won't be noble nor fantastic anymore. What a laughing stock...I'm sorry, dear readers. I have a headache. I'm afraid I'll have to rest for now.
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{The Talents}

, 24 2008 . 00:30 +
Those who live upon talent are not among the ordinary living.
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P.S.

, 17 2008 . 04:37 +
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"...we will be cruel if we will want to -

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...I am a child of America, and having grown up there, I know this language better than the one I call my birth language. )
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The Return home

, 14 2008 . 22:07 +
Ah. I am back in SF. yes XD

[there are two types of men in this world- the ones who hate to admit that they love, and the ones that admit that they hate to love...]
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My name is...

, 06 2008 . 12:40 +
My name is .

It is so...

I have added a new section- I hereby call it sentence!

And here it is.

-Beauty in all is unprecise.



06.05.2008
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